Morning arrived without fanfare.
Inside the Financial Recovery Unit, nobody had gone home. Coffee cups littered the conference table.Half-eaten sandwiches had gone untouched. The satellite image of the island still glowed on the largest screen.
No one had stopped looking at it.
Magnus finally broke the silence.
"I've checked every database we have."
He rubbed his eyes. "The island officially doesn't exist." Sebastian looked up.
"What does that mean?"
"It means every public record describes it as protected forest."
He tapped another file onto the screen.
"The military calls it environmentally restricted." Another file appeared.
"The Ministry of Lands says it has never been developed."
Another.
"The Navy lists it as unsuitable for docking."
He leaned back. "And every one of those records is a lie." Silence settled over the room. Elena folded her arms.
"So somebody rewrote the country's records."
"No." Dorian answered quietly.
